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apocalyptics
for ghost writing
the world ends
for each of us
it’s personal
no exaggeration
it’s the world was where
and elsewise dandruff
tail comet
you’d think it’s a kind of forever
it’s everywhere as well
the outwardly blossom goes on
stars explode
blank doom
all directions
unfleshing the world
ending does
thing we share
who sees
all sensation ending?
friend dying in a corner of my life
why bother even to mention?
grief is just that knowledge
worlds with us yet
as ending as we are
the world for each
a petal fall
breeze
and gone
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